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As the vaporization process proceeded steadily, the 100,000 vengeful spirits hidden within the coffin gradually began to emerge.
The piercing screams of these vengeful spirits instantly shattered the gradually calming atmosphere.
The sound was sharp and piercing, like fingernails scraping against glass, sending chills down one's spine. It was filled with pain, resentment, and despair accumulated over thousands of years.
They were like demons imprisoned in a dark abyss, finding an outlet to vent their endless resentment.
"These vengeful spirits are so pitiful." Luo Yuheng was filled with compassion, his brows furrowed, thinking to himself, "I must help them find release."
Illuminated by the faint lightning emanating from the lightning crystal vein, the vengeful spirits struggled and writhed frantically.
Their illusory figures sometimes elongate, sometimes twist, as if being manipulated at will by an invisible hand.
Each vengeful spirit's struggle seems to tell a story of a horrific past.
Some of these vengeful spirits were innocent civilians ruthlessly slaughtered in war during their lives; in their final moments,
His eyes were filled with a longing for life and a fear of death;
Some were heroes betrayed by close friends or framed by villains; their hearts were filled with resentment and anger.
These emotions transformed into intense resentment after death, lingering there endlessly.
These tragic stories, like sharp blades, pierced the hearts of everyone present, evoking feelings of pity and sympathy.
Luo Yuheng witnessed this scene, his expression as solemn as the sky before a storm.
Her white dress fluttered in the wind, and her beautiful eyes revealed a deep compassion and determination.
She knew that if these vengeful spirits were not properly appeased and redeemed, they would become a major hidden danger to the world.
Then, the Thunder Emperor's Dharma Image behind her slowly raised its arm, an arm that seemed to connect with the mysterious power between heaven and earth.
With palms facing down, it radiates a soft and holy light.
This light, like the first ray of sunlight piercing through the thin mist on a spring morning, was warm and bright, illuminating this world shrouded in darkness and resentment.
"Yuheng, you must succeed!"
Mu Nanzhi watched her best friend nervously from the side, silently praying, "I hope these vengeful spirits can be released."
Under the control of the Dharma Image, a purifying rain fell from the sky.
The raindrops were crystal clear, shimmering with a gentle light. They were like messengers from heaven, carrying a mission of redemption, gently sprinkling on the vengeful spirits.
The moment the purifying rain touched the vengeful spirit, a miraculous change quietly occurred.
The originally shrill cries gradually weakened, like a flame gradually going out, until only a soft whimper remained.
The pain and despair on the faces of the vengeful spirits were gradually replaced by a sense of relief and peace, as if they had been freed from heavy shackles and found a place for their souls to rest.
Their originally frenzied and distorted forms, under the baptism of the purifying rain,
Gradually, peace and tranquility returned, as if under the influence of this pure power.
They finally broke free from the shackles of endless pain and torment, attained salvation of their souls, and reached the peaceful shore of the afterlife.
Chapter 252 Anomaly!
At the same time, Mu Nanzhi also quickly threw herself into this redemption operation.
Holding a golden needle, she moved with a light and agile grace, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky. Under her control, the golden needle rapidly inscribed rebirth mantras on the surface of the thunder crystal vein.
The golden needles shimmered with a soft glow, each stroke imbued with her profound spiritual power and compassionate heart.
After the incantation was inscribed, it also shimmered with a faint golden light. These lights intertwined, as if outlining a path of light in the air leading to the world of reincarnation.
The light, like a beacon shining in the darkness, illuminated the path for the vengeful spirits in this chaotic and eerie environment.
Each ray of light is like a seed of hope, sown in the hearts of vengeful spirits, giving them the power to be reborn, guiding them out of the painful cycle of reincarnation, and leading them to a peaceful and tranquil place of rest.
"Finally, we succeeded." Luo Yuheng breathed a sigh of relief, a relieved smile on his face. "These vengeful spirits can finally rest in peace."
"Yes, it's all thanks to Miss Luo and Miss Mu," a commoner said gratefully.
"It is you who have freed these poor souls." Everyone nodded, filled with admiration and gratitude for them.
Wei Changxuan stood quietly to the side, witnessing all of this, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
He witnessed this thrilling battle, experienced the test of life and death, and saw the fragility and resilience of life.
As everything gradually calmed down, he slowly sheathed his sword. At this moment, the lightning patterns on the Blood Shadow Blade had undergone an astonishing transformation, evolving into dragon scale-like patterns.
Each dragon scale shimmered with mysterious lightning, which sometimes leaped and sometimes flashed, as if the power of an ancient dragon was flowing through the blade.
These dragon scale patterns are not only a symbol of power, but also a kind of inheritance, which makes people think of the majestic momentum of ancient dragons soaring in the sky and controlling lightning. They carry endless majesty and power.
On the surface of the scabbard, the star map of the main altar of the Witch God Cult quietly appeared.
Each star is like a mysterious symbol; their changes in brightness and position seem to conceal the rise and fall of the cult and its future destiny.
The lines connecting these stars form a mysterious picture, waiting for those with a discerning eye to decipher its secrets.
Perhaps this star map holds the key to defeating the Witch God Cult, or perhaps it foreshadows even more difficult challenges to come.
Although this thrilling and bloody battle has come to an end, it is merely a prominent signpost on a long journey, indicating that even more difficult and dangerous challenges await them in the future.
Everyone knew that this was merely a stepping stone to the final catastrophe.
The road ahead is still full of unknowns and dangers, and countless crises and trials may be lurking in the darkness.
However, there was no fear or hesitation in their eyes, but rather an unwavering belief and the courage to forge ahead.
Because they knew in their hearts that as long as they were united, nothing could stop them from moving forward.
No matter how fierce the storms of the future may be, they will join hands and forge ahead towards light and hope.
They believe that as long as there is light in their hearts, they will surely be able to dispel the darkness and usher in the final victory.
The fierce battle had just ended, and a complex atmosphere of relief and survival permeated the battlefield.
The tense nerves of everyone were just beginning to relax, and they were still immersed in the afterglow of the battle's end.
They exchanged relieved glances, discussing the details of the battle.
Suddenly, without warning, the sky was quickly enveloped by a strange purple mist.
The purple mist seemed to surge forth from the deepest, darkest crevice.
It rolled and spread at incredible speed, like a ferocious, malevolent dragon, threatening to drag the entire world into an endless abyss.
Chapter 253 Strange Purple Mist!
At this moment, the purple mist surged and churned, like thick ink splashed across the sky, or like countless evil spirits churning and roaring wildly within it.
It emitted a pungent, putrid stench, an odor that seemed to seep from the darkest, most decaying corner of the universe, piercing into everyone's nostrils, causing their stomachs to churn and making them want to vomit.
The stench seemed to carry wisps of death, sending a chill down one's spine.
"Oh no! This is the ultimate forbidden spell of the Witch God Cult—Netherworld Purple Miasma! They have a backup plan!"
Luo Yuheng's previously calm face instantly turned deathly pale, her eyes filled with panic and gravity. She widened her eyes and shouted loudly.
The voice carried an undisguised anxiety, like a sharp whistle shattering the previously tranquil atmosphere.
Wherever this purple miasma went, it was as if the shadow of death spread rapidly, and everything began to decay.
The once vibrant and lively flowers, plants, and trees, under the gentle touch of the purple miasma,
In an instant, it lost all its vitality, withered and decayed, turning into a pile of lifeless dead branches and leaves, trembling in the breeze;
Even the hard rocks began to crack and crumble, making a "crackling" sound, as if groaning in pain.
It eventually turned into fine powder and dissipated into the air.
Even the powerful energy of the lightning crystal vein gradually dimmed under the erosion of the purple miasma.
The once dazzling lightning became weak and flickering, like a candle in the wind, as if it could be extinguished at any moment.
It was as if the life force contained within was being rapidly drained away by an invisible and cold hand, leaving only a deathly silence.
Upon seeing this, Mu Nanzhi felt a pang of anxiety and immediately channeled her spiritual energy into the golden needles without hesitation.
Her delicate hands trembled slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, each one glistening in the sunlight—proof of her utmost effort.
She gritted her teeth and did her best to transfer her spiritual power to the golden needles without reservation, trying to use the purifying power of the golden needles to resist the purple miasma.
However, the power of the purple miasma was too great, like a surging black tide, rolling in with overwhelming force, unstoppable.
The faint light emitted by the golden needles appeared so small and vulnerable in the face of the purple miasma, as if it could be completely swallowed by the darkness at any moment.
That glimmer of light was like a lone star in the night sky, so insignificant in the vast, dark universe.
"This can't go on, we have to think of a way to fight back together!"
"I can't breathe," Mu Nanzhi said anxiously, her voice trembling slightly with fear of the unknown danger.
But her eyes revealed determination and unwillingness, as if declaring to Zi Zhang that she would never give up easily.
Wei Changxuan gripped the Blood Shadow Blade tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging like angry little snakes.
His eyes gleamed with unwavering determination, as if two flames were burning within them, ready to incinerate the purple miasma into ashes.
The newly evolved dragon scale patterns on the blade shimmered with lightning, each scale resembling a small energy source, releasing powerful energy.
Lightning crackled and danced among the dragon scales, as if taunting the purple miasma.
He swung his Blood Shadow Blade violently, and lightning swept towards the purple miasma, carrying with it his anger and determination.
Like a roaring thunder dragon, it charged towards the evil purple mist.
Chapter 254 The Ultimate Forbidden Spell of the Witch God Cult!
However, the purple miasma surged in like a tide, and the lightning within it was like a mud ox entering the sea, only causing brief ripples before being mercilessly submerged by the miasma.
"The power of this forbidden spell is beyond imagination, everyone be careful!"
He called out loudly, his voice echoing through the purple miasma, carrying a hint of vigilance and composure.
The words rang out like a resounding bell, putting everyone on edge once again.
Janet quickly adjusted the electromagnetic railgun, her eyes focused and determined as she stared intently at the purple miasma, her hands moving rapidly across the railgun.
Her fingers danced nimbly across the instrument, as if playing a tense battle symphony.
With a hum of energy, the electromagnetic railgun fired beams of energy towards the purple miasma.
The beam of light exploded within the purple miasma, bursting forth with dazzling light and temporarily tearing a small section of the miasma apart.